MC KYIV - DEVIL SEEN IT ALL

Описание: I remember the nights when the cold street lights were the only signs of life and I’d trade my soul for a hit, my fight for a drip, my mind for a trip, drowning in a pit where the truth didn’t fit, every friend was a myth and my pulse would skip, my heart was split but I kept that script, lying to myself while the walls would grip, running from the mirror like it pulled out a whip, every morning was a funeral I couldn’t admit, and the devil in my pocket had my name on the tip, promising the high while it stole every bit.
But then you came in like a storm with a flame in the rain, pulling chains from my brain, rearranging my pain, standing tall when I crawled through the muck and the stain, telling me my past doesn’t have to be the chain that drags me under every time I taste the same, that a man can rise from the cracks and reclaim, that a junkie can breathe and a heart can remain, and your eyes were a truth I could never explain but they spoke in a code only love could contain.

Now I’m running on clean veins, chasing your name, Anna laughing in the back like the world’s not insane, and I swear on the grave of the ghost I became that I’ll never go back to the night in the frame where the cold street lights were my only flame, ‘cause your love is the hit that rewired my brain and the high never fades and the cost never came, and if death tries to call I’ll hang up in shame ‘cause the life I’ve got now is the one I’ll sustain.
I still smell the ghost in the walls when the rain starts to fall, I can hear the call from the alley where I carved my fall, every shadow on the block whispers deals so small but they grow in my mind till my back hits the wall, and my hands start to twitch like they’re answering the call, like the poison’s a friend and the truth’s just a brawl, and the hunger’s a beast that remembers it all, but I slam the door shut ‘cause your voice stands tall, telling me I’m not the man who should crawl back to the crawl.
I remember cold mornings with no light in the room, just a spoon and a tomb and a heartbeat of doom, chasing veins like they’re maps to a different moon, and the world outside felt like it died too soon, and the mirror kept telling me the same old tune — “you’ll never break free, this is carved in you” — but I burned that script in the fire of truth when you put my hand on your heart and said “this is proof.”
Now every time that itch tries to rise from the floor, I hear your laugh through the crack in the door, I see Anna’s smile like a shield in the war, I see the family I’m building as the reason I swore that I’d never sell my soul to that death anymore, and I fight like a wolf with my teeth in the core, ‘cause this life that we’ve built is the crown that I wore when I walked out clean and I never looked back at the shore where the waves carried bodies who couldn’t swim from before.